Talking

As loud as a lion I can be,
As soft as a mouse I can almost be.

My throat as dry as the Sahara, I do not care,
No one is listening, I just care.

In whatever comes out of my mouth,
There will be meaning or none.

Since a very young age, I was loud,
“Be quiet” was heard too often...

All is knitted into my brain as a desire,
Of which none has a key to untie.